“My dear, he has treated you like fecal matter.” This overheard at a midtown restaurant. Another diner at the table was talking about how she had been unceremoniously dumped after a lovely evening. Instead of “Thank you” she received more of a ____ you.” The relationship was over after eight years.
Break-ups hurt. No one wants to be on either end but a dash of civility is mending, a balm that can soothe the pain. “It’s not a question of respect,” her fellow diner, a very polished, elegant man explained, "it’s about courtesy.”
The woman was amazingly calm, more appalled than hurt. “Courtesy,” she repeated. “Yeah, it’s courtesy.” She was thankful for the advice and asked for another glass of champagne. Cheers!